From the very beginning, Old Zheng's target had never been Lu Gu's true body!
This Great Shaman of Xia Jin stood nearly three meters tall, his entire body's muscles as hard as steel. When he leaped down from a hundred meters in the air, he smashed a gigantic pit into the ground.
Old Zheng seriously doubted whether the fine needles formed from his Mind Matter could pierce his defenses.
But as for the spirit behind him, Old Zheng was quite confident he could break through its defenses.
After all...
For an Energy Body composed of "belief," fine needles infused with Mental Power were practically "perfectly suited for the job"!
The principle behind Old Zheng's attack, which transformed Mind Matter into "fine needles," was to use the Mental Power attached to them, along with Mind Matter's inherent ability to "influence" souls and spirits. By piercing the target, the attack directly affected their mind and soul.
Although the spirit condensed through Ancestral Spirit Witchcraft was not anyone's soul or spirit, it was, in essence, an aggregation of a tribe's faith and beliefs.
So...
"Break!"
Old Zheng shouted as several dozen gray needles drilled into the bird-headed, human-bodied phantom. The incomplete phantom began to tremble violently.
"Bang!"
The power gathered from the surrounding totems spiraled out of control and scattered. The phantom collapsed and vanished!
Lu Gu also looked at Old Zheng in astonishment.
"You can actually break Ancestral Spirit Witchcraft. You outsiders really are... remarkable."
"No, I'm considered quite strong even among outsiders," Old Zheng replied. "If all your methods are like that move just now... then you won't be able to do anything to me."
"No matter how many times you try, I can break them all."
Lu Gu nodded. His tone was no longer as cold and contemptuous as before.